All Chapters of The Forgotten Luna : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The morning of day twenty-three arrived with a desolate, heavy downpour that lashed against the stone walls of the Silvercrest estate. The relentless rain turned the grand lawns into a muddy morass, trapping the pack members indoors and intensifying the thick, suffocating atmosphere inside the mansion. For Evelyn, the storm was a welcome barrier. It provided the perfect excuse to remain entirely confined to her small quarters, far away from the grand dining hall and the lingering, intrusive scent of the Alpha.She sat cross-legged on her neatly made bed, a small notebook resting in her lap. With a simple ballpoint pen, she was carefully calculating the cost of living in the human suburbs she had visited just days prior. She factored in rent, groceries, medical care for her pregnancy, and a small reserve for emergencies. The half-million dollars Julian had deposited into her restricted account was more than enough to ensure a peaceful, comfortable life for her child. She was systematic

The dawn of day twenty-two brought a crisp, pale light that filtered weakly through the bare branches outside Evelyn’s window. The torrential rains had finally ceased, leaving behind a cold, biting fog that clung to the low ground of the Silvercrest territory. Evelyn stood by the small sink in her room, carefully washing her face with cold water. The cool moisture helped soothe the exhaustion tugging at the corners of her eyes. She leaned against the porcelain basin, taking a slow, deep breath to steady the faint wave of nausea that had begun to accompany her mornings.She turned back to her small living space and pulled a dark wool shawl over her shoulders. She needed to visit the pack’s greenhouse one last time to gather the dried medicinal herbs she had prepared months ago—simple remedies for morning sickness and fatigue that she had secretly cultivated. She knew she had to remain entirely self-sufficient; once she crossed that border in twenty-two days, she would be completely on

The Grand Ballroom of the Silvercrest estate was a suffocating display of wealth and pack dominance. A thousand crystal chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceilings, casting a sharp, blinding light over the hundreds of high-ranking wolves who had gathered to celebrate the preliminary alliance treaty. The air was thick with the scent of roasted venison, expensive champagne, and the overwhelming, territorial pheromones of two elite Alpha bloodlines mingling together.Evelyn stood near the service entrance, dressed in the standard black server’s attire. Despite her legal separation from pack duties, Martha had insisted she work the floor, citing a sudden influx of Blackwood guests. Evelyn didn't fight the order. She carried a silver tray loaded with crystal flutes of champagne, moving through the laughing, elite crowds like an invisible ghost. Her focus remained entirely internal, counting down the hours. Day twenty-one was halfway over. Only three weeks remained until she could step onto

Evelyn didn't blink. She stared right back into his panicked amber eyes, her voice dropping into a flat, icy whisper. "You don't get a say anymore, Julian. You broke the bond when you accepted Cynthia. You can’t just drag me back because your wolf feels guilty."Julian opened his mouth to reply, but the heavy service doors behind him swung open. Martha stood there, her face pale, taking in the sight of the Alpha cornering the human server."Alpha Julian," Martha said quickly, bowing her head. "The High Elders are demanding your return. The Blackwood Alpha is threatening to leave."Julian didn't look back at Martha. His eyes stayed locked on Evelyn for three long seconds before he finally let go of her hand. "This conversation isn't over," he said, his voice raw. He turned and stormed back toward the ballroom, his heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor.Martha let out a tense breath and looked at Evelyn. "Go to the back kitchen and clean that hand. Then go straight to your quarters.

The forest was a blur of black and gray. The sharp scent of damp earth and pine needles filled Evelyn’s lungs as she ran, her boots sinking into the thick mud. Every breath burned, but she kept her pace steady, her hand pressed firmly against her stomach. She could not afford to trip. She could not afford to slow down.Route 9 was less than a mile away, a lonely stretch of asphalt that cut through the neutral human territories. If she could reach the crossroads before the twenty minutes expired, she could catch the early morning logging truck that ran into the city. From there, she would disappear into the crowded human grid, where the scent of millions would drown out her own.Behind her, the distant, eerie howl of a scout wolf echoed through the trees.Evelyn froze, her back pressed against the rough bark of a towering pine. Her heart hammered violently against her ribs. The alarm had been raised sooner than expected. Thomas might have delayed the perimeter sensors, but a routine pa